Disclaimer: If you don't want to see a whole boat load of pictures containing chubby fat rolls on baby legs, move on my friend, this post is not for you.
On Sunday, while the others were off at church, Mr. Ollie and I had a little photo shoot. The light in his room was great, I had a beautiful plush blanket crying out, "Use me! Use me!" and I had a onesie from a Grandma that needed a little showing off on Valentine's Day. Wait, did I mention that my baby is sorta cute? It helps. It really does.
I'd let the pictures do the talking, but where's the fun in that? Instead I'm gonna let you know exactly what Ollie is thinking.
What's this? She just handed me paper? She never hands me paper! Think. Think. Oka;y, I have a plan.